A/N writing this chapter traumatised the author, please feel free to skip it if you're sweet, innocent and sensitive (like me.) It contains a nasty mermaid molesting poor Dean, its short and contains no plot progression to speak of (so really we don't need it do we?) but it's here for those of you that like "That Sort of Thing." If I get enough reviews and follows out of it I might force myself to write more like this... here ya go ya reprobates don't say I do nothing for ya!
Chapter 21
Deans head swum and his heartbeat pounded in his ears, G d it was the most terrible and awful thing he'd ever been through. But it felt amazing and despite himself he was beginning to want it. The blonde woman sat on the bed next to him stroking her cool hand down his now naked chest crooning softly. He looked up at her and swallowed thickly as she lent down to kiss him again, a tear trailed silently down his cheek as he forced himself to make the token resistance of trying to turn away. It didn't do any good, she had him tied and she was so inhumanly strong, her hands forced his face to hers. Another poisoned kiss. He found himself whimpering in the back of his throat, he'd like to say the sound was distress, but he couldn't kid himself, it was need.
Ah f ck! He was so scr-wed, a wry smile twisted his mouth. No, he wanted to be scr-wed.
A bark of laughter from her captive made the mermaid jerk back in surprise.
She frowned down in consternation uncertain what to make of the laughter.
"Dean, you are definitely, one of a kind" she trilled "I've never had a man resist me this long, you seem to have superhuman self-control."
Laughter bubbled from Deans throat "Don't you dare tell Sammy that, you bitch, he thinks I'd do anything female in the tri state area... maybe that's the problem you ain't female, you're a soulless fish." It was so hard forcing the words out, so hard... Dean began giggling despite himself.
So hard, yeah, he was that too.
When she slapped him, his vision greyed out for a second. When he could focus again she was standing across the room glaring at him.
A small victory.
"I see you're into the kinky stuff, how 'bout we change places and I tie you to the bed? We can pretend you're caught in a driftnet and I can cut you free... I promise to only slip a few times."
She strode across the room and raked her nails down his chest, blood bloomed sluggishly from the scratches, holding him down she ran her cold tongue over the wounds.
An inarticulate cry forced its way past Deans clenched teeth, Samantha's laughter was mocking.
She stepped back and favoured him with a pouting smile "I know you want me. You can't deny it."
"Well yeah" Dean admitted trying to keep the quaver out of his voice "but I'd rather have some pie right now."
The mermaid gave a small shriek of frustration and stormed out of the room.
Dean lay panting on the bed, aching.
Yeah, he was so scr-wed! And he wasn't sure he could keep it up. Rolling his face into the mattress he groaned at the double meaning in both those thoughts. His dirty mind might possibly be the death of him.